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I must make up my mind today |
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What to have, what to hold |
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A poor man's roses |
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Or a rich man's gold |
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One's as wealthy as a king in a palace |
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Tho' he's callous and cold |
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He may learn to give his heart for love |
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Instead of buyin' it with gold |
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Then the poor man's roses |
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And the thrill when we kiss |
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Will be memories of paradise |
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That I'll never miss |
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And yet the hand that brings the rose tonight |
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Is the hand I will hold |
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For the rose of love means more to me |
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More than any rich man's gold |
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Then the poor man's roses |
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And the thrill when we kiss |
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Will be memories of paradise |
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That I'll never miss |
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And yet the hand that brings the rose tonight |
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Is the hand I will hold |
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For the rose of love means more to me |
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More than any rich man's gold... |
